Riding Dirty for Christmas (Bringing Home Trouble)

Chapter 10

Jack

“ C ome on, beautiful.” The words come out gravelly, watching her peek up at me through those lashes of hers.

My pulse kicks up a notch when I reach for her hand - still gets me every time, how right it feels when her fingers slot between mine.

We slip through the private door, heading up to my place above The HideOut. It's a basic apartment, nothing special - but with her following me up these stairs, it feels like I'm leading her to somewhere magical.

A few hours ago, we were stealing kisses under the mistletoe, worried about our parents' reactions.

Now? I'm done with self-control. I've been dying to get her alone, to discover all the ways we fit together. And something tells me she's just as eager to do some exploring of her own.

And tonight, I plan to take my sweet time showing her exactly what “good” can feel like when we're not holding back.

I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, watching her pupils dilate. “You were perfect tonight. The way you handled everything–” I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “Makes me want to show you exactly how good you've been.”

My name falls from her lips in a shaky whisper as she clutches my shirt, pulling me closer.

“I love how you say my name,” I murmur against that sweet spot beneath her ear. “Like you need it. Like you need me.”

The soft gasp that escapes her lips nearly undoes me. I force myself to pull back, to take her hand again and lead her up the stairs. Each step builds the tension between us, the air growing thick with unspoken desires.

At my door, I pause, fishing for my keys. Eden presses against my back, her hands sliding around my waist, and I nearly drop them.

“Impatient?” I tease, though my own hands shake slightly as I unlock the door.

“Maybe I just like watching you lose control,” she whispers, her lips grazing my shoulder through my shirt.

I guide her inside, kicking the door shut behind us. The lamp's glow catches the heat in her eyes, and damn if that doesn't undo me completely.

“Trust me, beautiful.” I crowd her against the door, my hand finding her waist. “My control's shot to hell with you.”

Her breath hitches, but there's nothing timid in the way she lifts her chin. “Good,” she challenges. “Maybe I want you to lose it.”

Christ, she's going to be the death of me. One minute she's all shy glances, the next she's daring me to break - and fuck if both versions don't drive me absolutely wild.

“Careful what you wish for.” My fingers trace the soft skin at her waist. “Been imagining how good you'll look spread out on my bed. All the ways I'm going to make you come undone.”

Her cheeks flush pink, but her hands slide up my chest with deliberate slowness. “Seems like a lot of imagining,” she teases. “Not much doing.”

“Playing with fire, Eden.” I catch her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. Her quick inhale shoots straight through me. “And here I was about to reward you for being so good earlier.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” she whispers, pressing closer. “Maybe I trust you to handle it.”

Trust. From Eden, that word hits different. My grip softens as I cup her face, caught in those eyes that see every damn thing I try to hide.

“You wreck me,” I breathe against her skin. “Every single time.”

“Show me.” Her words ghost across my lips. “Make me yours, Jack.”

Something breaks loose inside me. I crush my mouth to hers, and she responds like she's been starving for it, fingers twisting in my hair, pulling me closer.

I hoist her up, and she locks her legs around me. Her gasp when she feels me hard against her nearly undoes me completely.

“I've got you,” I murmur, carrying her to my bed. “Going to make this so good for my girl.”

“Your girl?” Eden's voice catches as I lay her on the comforter.

“Mine,” I murmur, drinking her in. “The same girl who walked into my bar and turned everything upside down.”

I take my time with each button, each zipper, revealing her skin like unwrapping something precious. Her breathing turns shallow, desperate, but I want to savor this.

“Jack...” She reaches for me, needy.

“Let me look at you,” I whisper, kissing her restless hands quiet. “Want to remember every detail.”

The black lace against her pale skin makes my mouth go dry. “This for me?” I trace the edge of her bra, watching her shiver.

She nods, catching her lip between her teeth - that innocent gesture that drives me crazy every time.

“So perfect,” I praise, sliding the lace from her shoulders. “So damn perfect for me.”

Her breasts spill free, and I can't resist tasting them, drawing one peaked nipple into my mouth while my fingers tease the other. The sounds she makes – soft whimpers and pleading moans – drive me wild.

“Jack,” she gasps, arching into my touch. “Need you. Please.”

I release her nipple with a soft pop, trailing kisses down her stomach. “Patience, beautiful. Want to taste every inch of you first.”

Her hands fist in my sheets as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs with deliberate slowness. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water.

“Look at you,” I growl, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “So wet for me already. So ready.”

She squirms under my touch, trying to guide me where she wants me most. But I resist, continuing my tortuous path of kisses and light nips.

“Tell me what you want, Eden,” I command, my breath hot against her center. “Use your words, baby.”

Her face flushes beautifully, but she meets my eyes. “Your mouth. Want your mouth on me. Please, Jack.”

“Since you asked so nicely...” I reward her honesty with a long, slow lick that makes her cry out. “That's it, let me hear you. Want to know exactly how good I make you feel.”

I hover above her, drinking in every detail of her response as my tongue traces intimate patterns. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. Each gasp, every whispered plea of my name drives me further, makes me want to draw out her pleasure until she can't take anymore.

“Jack,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “I'm close...”

“That's it, beautiful,” I encourage, sliding two fingers inside her as I focus on her most sensitive spot. “Let go for me. Show me how good it feels.”

Her release crashes over her like a wave, my name a broken cry on her lips. I work her through it gently, only pulling away when she tugs at my shoulders.

“Need you,” she breathes, her gaze burning into me as I strip. The way she watches - hungry yet tender - sets my blood on fire.

She pulls me down to her, kissing me deep and desperate. “Show me,” she whispers against my mouth. “Make me feel how much you want me.”

I position myself carefully, watching her face as I push inside. The feeling of her surrounding me is almost too much – hot and tight and perfect.

“Eden,” I groan, fighting for control. “You feel incredible.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I start to move, setting a rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust. The connection between us feels electric, like every touch is charged with something more than just physical pleasure.

“You're mine,” I tell her, the words falling from my lips like a prayer. “My perfect girl. My everything.”

She responds with a whimper that turns into a moan as I change angles, hitting deeper. “Yours,” she agrees, her voice breaking. “Only yours.”

The admission pushes me closer to the edge, but I'm determined to make her come again first. I slip a hand between us, circling her sensitive flesh as I maintain my steady pace.

“That's it,” I encourage as she starts to tighten around me. “Come for me again, beautiful. Want to feel you fall apart.”

Her second orgasm is even more intense than the first, her whole body shuddering beneath me. The sight of her pleasure, the feel of her pulsing around me, sends me over the edge. I bury my face in her neck as I follow her into bliss, her name a rough groan against her skin.

Afterward, I gather her close, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, her temple. She curls into me like she belongs there, like this is where she's meant to be.

“Stay,” I murmur against her skin, surprising myself with how much I mean it. Not just tonight - but always.

She lifts her face to mine, those beautiful eyes full of something that steals my breath. “You couldn't make me leave if you tried,” she whispers, and I believe her.

Because this thing between us? It's real. It's forever. And I'm never letting her go.